There are babies with guns beheading their friends 有婴儿用的枪斩首他们的朋友

In shopping malls around the world 在世界各地的商场

Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs about girls 但不知何故，莱昂国王仍抽空写女生的歌

I don't suck much less 我不吸少得多

At least those dudes have no illusions of angst and hopelessness 至少那些帅哥不抱任何幻想的焦虑和绝望

And if I claim revolutionary or I give to charity 如果我要求的革命或者我给慈善机构

They'll all know it's a plea for someone like me 他们都会知道这是一个主张给像我这样

Disgusted with lies and cut down by their own beatnik poetry 讨厌谎言，降低了自己的坠落诗

I'm just one man with no face and no friends 我只是一个人，没有脸，没有朋友

God in this dank Brooklyn bar I can feel it again 上帝在这个潮湿的布鲁克林吧，我可以再次感受到它

It's eating me 它吃了我

   

Wait a second 等一下

I can't write the same damn song over and over again 我不能写同一个该死的歌曲一遍又一遍

   

I can't define myself through irony and self deprecation 我无法通过讽刺和自我贬低自己定义

I can't deny myself being alive through my alienation 我不能否认自己是活在我的异化

   

Everything that you do 你所做的一切

Keeps me running back to you 让我跑回来给你

Can't give up, live the dream 不能放弃，生活的梦想

Even if I don't believe 即使我不相信

But we can't afford to surrender 但是，我们不能投降

We can't afford 我们不能

   

Fake players and the twisted web they weave, oh 假球员和扭曲的网站，他们编织了哦

I contend that the coming holocaust 我主张未来大屠杀

Will be of those who choose to believe 将是那些谁选择相信

In anything but a phallic sense of self 在什么，但自我的阳具感

Hang alone in the attic, tied up tightly with your father's belt 单独挂在阁楼上，捆绑紧密地与你父亲的皮带

   

You bathe in blood like mister Crowley 您沐浴在血液中像克劳利先生

Your cost, their loss. Their memory haunts me 你的成本，他们的损失。他们的记忆纠缠着我

I stand opposed to chaos that you chose 我站在反对您所选择的混乱

New heart, new bones 新的心脏，新的骨头

Am I not alone? 我是不是一个人？

   

Fake players are the ones who play the game 假的球员是谁玩游戏

Fake players are the ones who play the game 假的球员是谁玩游戏

Fake players are the ones who play the game 假的球员是谁玩游戏

Fake players are the ones who play the game 假的球员是谁玩游戏